The dim light of the barely flickering bulb barely touched the edges of the room shadows clung to the room like silent watchers. A figure sat hunged over the desk thier face obscured by the darkness.

On desk a photograph lay beneath the fingers,smiling faces frozen in time the pen in the figure's hand hovered for a moment and then with a sharp press it carved an X over one of them.

The sound of the pen scraping against the paper was the only noise harsh and deliberate.Suddenly the photograph slipped from their grasp,it fluttered to the floor landing face up as the light hung overhead casting jagged patterns across the room.

A faint hum drifted through the stillness-a soft ,broken melody the figure's voice barely above a whisper followed.

'Hmm-hm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm'.

The notes hung in the air trembling like light before fading into silence

Outside the wind rattled the windowpane,but inside the only moment was the slow curl of a shadow stretching across the floor towards the fallen photograph.....